(Hetfield,Ulrich,Hammett) 8:14

                            Bodies fill the fields I see, hungry heroes end
                            No one to play soldier now, no one to pretend
                            running blind through killing fields, bred to kill
                               them all
                            Victim of what said should be
                            a servant `til I fall

                                   Soldier boy, made of clay
                                   now an empty shell
                                   twenty one, only son
                                   but he served us well
                                   Bred to kill, not to care
                                   just do as we say
                                   finished here, Greeting Death
                                   he's yours to take away

                                   Back to the front
                                   you will do what I say, when I say
                                   Back to the front
                                   you will die when I say, you must die
                                   Back to the front
                                         you coward
                                         you servant
                                         you blindman

                            Barking of machinegun fire, does nothing to me now
                            sounding of the clock that ticks, get used to it somehow
                            More a man, more stripes you bare, glory seeker trends
                            bodies fill the fields I see
                            the slaughter never ends

                                   Soldier boy, made of clay
                                   now an empty shell
                                   twenty one, only son
                                   but he served us well
                                   Bred to kill, not to care
                                   just do as we say
                                   finished here, Greeting Death
                                   he's yours to take away

                                   Back to the front
                                   you will do what I say, when I say
                                   Back to the front
                                   you will die when I say, you must die
                                   Back to the front
                                         you coward
                                         you servant
                                         you blindman

                            Why, Am I dying?
                            Kill, have no fear
                            Lie, live off lying
                            Hell, Hell is here
 
                            I was born for dying

                            Life planned out before my birth, nothing could I say
                            had no chance to see myself, molded day by day
                            Looking back I realize, nothing have I done
                            left to die with only friend
                            Alone I clench my gun

                                   Soldier boy, made of clay
                                   now an empty shell
                                   twenty one, only son
                                   but he served us well
                                   Bred to kill, not to care
                                   just do as we say
                                   finished here, Greeting Death
                                   he's yours to take away

                                   Back to the front
                                   you will do what I say, when I say
                                   Back to the front
                                   you will die when I say, you must die
                                   Back to the front
                                         you coward
                                         you servant
                                         you blindman
                                   Back to the front